Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 53: Falling apart

Chapter 53: Falling apart

*~Hazel’s POV~*

I was shocked to my bones.

My stomach...oh my Goddess..my stomach had widened. It looked like it had grown, swollen beyond recognition.

"What in the hell is happening to me?"

Yes, I felt heavier this morning bloated, maybe a little off but I thought it was normal. Not like this. I wasn’t in my third trimester. I wasn’t even close. No, no, no. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

My eyes flew wide in panic. Cayden stood beside me, frozen, dumbfounded.

"What the hell..." he muttered. "Don’t tell me casted a spell to force the baby out of you."

"I didn’t!" I cried out " I’m not even a witch!"

"Oh my God..." I yelled, clutching my stomach as pain radiated through me like fire. "My stomach it’s stunning me! It feels like....like my water broke! Am I having the baby now?!"

Cayden’s eyes bulged. "What?! Hazel you’re... how many weeks along?!"

"Exactly!" I shrieked. "It’s not even a month yet! This baby isn’t supposed to be here!" NovelFire

Caspian burst into the room, breathless and froze the second his eyes landed on my belly.

His mouth dropped open. "No way in hell..." he whispered.

The healer, already halfway out the door, turned back, saw me, and nodded nervously.

She came forward quietly, checking my pulse with gentle fingers. Her touch was soft but firm as she moved to examine my stomach, eyes narrowing in silent concentration. After a moment, she finally spoke.

"You’re fine," she said calmly. "And your baby is fine too."

A small breath of relief escaped my lips—but her tone wasn’t entirely reassuring.

"You’re just... stressed," she added, her gaze lingering on me. "Overwhelmed. I can feel it. Your body is holding too much tension."

I stared at her, confused and a little panicked.

"If you don’t limit your stress," she warned, "something could have gone wrong. You were close. That pain in your stomach? It wasn’t labor. It was your body reacting to emotional and physical overload."

I swallowed hard. She sighed and glanced at my belly again before continuing.

"You’ll be expecting this baby in the next few days. At most, a week."

My heart skipped a beat. "A few days?"

She nodded quickly, her voice tight. "This pregnancy... it’s moving faster than normal. Far faster. Something is accelerating it and I don’t think it’s entirely natural."

She shifted on her feet, visibly anxious now. "So that’s all. You need rest. Real rest. No arguments, no drama. Just... peace."

Then, without waiting for another question, she turned toward the door and rushed out of the room, leaving me speechless.

Caspian slowly walked toward me. "When did you even get pregnant? You only moved into the High House a month ago. Oh my God. Hazel... oh my God."

"I promise you," I whispered, panicking, "I don’t know what’s happening—"

Cayden suddenly shouted, "I knew it! But are you sure you didn’t cast a spell? Something to speed it up?!"

I glared at him, sweat lining my forehead. "I DIDN’T cast anything! I told you I’m not a witch!"

"Then how the hell did you fix that dagger?!" he snapped back.

"I. Don’t. KNOW!" I screamed.

Cayden ran a hand down his face, pacing like a madman. "Oh my God. My baby’s a witch. Caspian, my baby is a damn witch. The future heir of the Blue Moon Pack is half witch "

"Stop it," Caspian said firmly, placing a hand on Cayden’s chest. "No. That’s not true. I saw it with my own eyes. When the baby healed Hazel, her eyes turned your eye color. Her scent? It was full wolf. Her fangs—Cayden, the baby is a werewolf."

"Then what is this?!" Cayden demanded, pointing at my stomach. "How is she suddenly due? How did this pregnancy just jump months overnight?"

Nobody had an answer.

And then the pain returned.

I let out a strangled cry, biting my lip as something sharp tightened inside me.

"You need rest—Hazel, breathe," Caspian said, quickly moving to my side. "I’ve got you. Just breathe."

He knelt beside the bed, murmuring something low and gentle. I didn’t understand it... but his voice—his voice was soft enough to soothe the storm inside me.

The room blurred.

My chest rose and fell in shallow gasps. Then...

Darkness. Then everything went black..

Caspian’s POV.

Everything was still sinking in.

Cayden and I stepped quietly out of Hazel’s chamber, closing the door behind us with a soft click. The air outside felt heavy—like the entire High House was holding its breath. Neither of us spoke. There was nothing to say. Not yet. Our minds were still spinning.

Hazel’s stomach. The dagger. The child. Her powers—if they were even hers.

We walked side by side through the long corridor, the walls echoing our footsteps. For once, we weren’t arguing. We weren’t posturing. We were just... walking, stunned into silence.

That peace didn’t last long.

Before we made it halfway down the hall, Elder Gina appeared around the corner, her face pale, her chest heaving with exhaustion.

"Alpha. Beta." Her voice was breathy, urgent. "I’m sorry—I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news—"

She bent over slightly, trying to catch her breath, one hand on her chest. "We can’t... we can’t find them." Correct content is on NovelFire)

My brows drew together. "What are you talking about?"

She looked up, dread carved into her face. "Sir Claus. Ma Anna. And Mistress Natasha. The three of them... They’ve been missing ever since you all returned from the battlefield. We’ve searched the east wing, the lower grounds, even the back gates."

"What?"

My voice came out sharper than I expected. I felt the chill of her words crawl up my spine.

"That’s impossible," I said, trying to keep calm. "Father doesn’t just disappear. Not without a word. He wouldn’t leave without telling anyone."

Cayden turned to me, his face tight with realization. "Dahlia came here—or sent someone. Someone who pulled the dagger from Cyrius. And the only people in the High House while we were gone... were them."

He didn’t have to say the rest.

If someone had come... they might’ve tried to stop it.

And if they failed—

"No," I cut in, shaking my head. "No. Father’s stronger than that."

Cayden’s eyes flicked to mine. "He’s not in his prime anymore, Caspian. He’s not the warrior he once was."

His words hit harder than I wanted to admit. I looked away, jaw tightening.

Damn it.

"We need to find them. Now!" Cayden barked, already storming down the grand staircase like a force of nature.

Leon stood waiting at the base of the steps. His hands were clasped behind his back, his face unreadable—but Cayden didn’t care for diplomacy today.

He grabbed Leon by the collar and shoved him against the wall in a blink.

"If Cyrius had woken up," Cayden growled, "if even one second more had passed—I swear I would’ve taken your head and fed it to that witch you keep following around!"

Leon’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t fight back. Cayden slammed him back once more for good measure before letting go.

Leon stumbled, fixing his jacket, his lips pressed into a tight line.

I walked up slowly and leaned close to him, lowering my voice so only he could hear me.

"Careful with that witch," I murmured. "Witches and werewolves don’t mix. It never ends in peace. It always ends in disaster."

I stepped away, leaving him there to stew in that truth...because deep down, he knew I was right.

And we didn’t have time to deal with Leon’s feelings.

Not when everything else was falling apart.